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church, he paused

He pressed his broith his hands, as if to shut out painful thoughts;

the scar on his face frequently changed color, and at intervals his whole

frame shook with emotion At last, as if his reflections had assumed a

determined form, he muttered: "The arm-chair? it is not coer, a sword, an assassin lying in wait? If Julio were only eous; but he is a cowardly boaster Why did I take into my service

such a poltroon? He would not dare run the risk of striking a fatal blow;

but I can force him to it, force him even to be bold I need but pronounce

his real nahtful crime; and then,

perhaps, to be discovered, betrayed--to die on a scaffold like a common

felon--I, the head of the house of the Buonvisi!"[13] This thought made him shudder After a few o to the bailiff Van Schoonhoven; he has espoused my

cause with Mr Van de Werve; he will, perhaps, be offended that Mary's

hand has been disposed of contrary to his urgent solicitations Perhaps he

e"